A Peaceful Man Must Fight For That

Every House Where Love Abides And Friendship Is A Guest, Is Surely Home, And Home Sweet Home For There The Heart Can Rest.

I Shall Grow Old, But Never Lose Life's Zest, Because The Road's Last Turn Will Be The Best.

Some People Are So Afraid Do Die That They Never Begin To Live.

For Ever So Our Thoughtful Hearts Repeaton Fields Of Triumph Dirges Of Defeat;and Still We Turn On Gala-days To Treadamong The Rustling Memories Of The Dead.

What We Do Belongs To What We Are; And What We Are Is What Becomes Of Us.